It all looked the sameThose young nurses in their white dresses
- oh yesDoctors, surgeons, cleaning staff and tea
trolleysSo easy to get used to, being fed on time
every dayTo start acting like you really are crookWhy won't they let me go?Perhaps I am!

They even wanted my license!Test me, and then take it, if I failBut don't just take it, its all I have

Why am I whinging?The beautiful young Malaysian womanWith her face cut to ribbons in a car crashHas more to worry about than IThe Kiwi girls with scars from brain surgeryThe man who had to wait ten hours in the
TV room for a bedThe elderly people, the young, the crash
victims, the homelessAnd the destroyed, ah yes, Ward 28 sees
them all, I am only one.

Coupling

The good with the badThe bad with the goodTo make a whole from the allThe All of what I readAnd write lousy poems late at nightChurning through my head in a turmoil of
wordsSpitting out in a rush, unthought and recklessJust words on the moment, a tide of drivel
forced outTo place poems together to keep a sanity
most neededIn this a world of sane people who talk
the talkHow many walk the walk?Or is it all just words ?